The old gym was torn down several weeks ago
Born to Run: Athletes of the Iditarod is a photography book by Albert Lewis. Lewis was previously an art director for fashion campaigns by Neiman Marcus, Nordstrom, The North Face, and others. When he moved to Alaska, he became fascinated with sled dogs, and decided to travel around the state photographing the dogs in an artful portrait style.
“Revival style is not only about hot rods and pin-up girls. In fact it’s seldom about either of those worthy subjects. Many true and dedicated revivalists have chosen a very specific period (or an amalgam of several connected epochs) around which to construct their personal theatre without walls. Focusing on Russia in the inter-war years and specifically the time of the anti-Bolshevik, White-Russian resistance, Maloviere is such an individual.
Notice the attention to every minute detail of Maloviere’s dress and style. This is the result of perhaps 30 years of collecting and honing a collection. Maloviere (with Katja his trusty hound) is not rich (not in monetary terms at least) but finds joy in the dedication and discipline of his chosen path.
Wherever the pair roam they touch each location with elegance – that is clear – however the revivalist does not seek to entertain or impress the outside world.
He or she does what they have to do. Whether the rest of the world like or understand it makes no difference to them. To paraphrase Sherlock Holmes in The Adventure of the Copper Beeches, Maloviere enjoys his art for the sake of itself and for no other reason.”
You know that moment when you are about to fall asleep, and your mind is wandering to places it doesn’t normally wander? That ethereal place where a dream begins?
You are picturing a scene, but not conscious that you are picturing a scene, and everything you see and hear in your mind’s eye makes perfect sense in your head.
But then, the mind grasps for that thought, you become conscious that it is a thought, and you are jolted awake. As you lay there in a daze, you’re like, “Wait - what? How did that make sense?” And then you forget what it even was that you pictured. The train of thought that led to this then starts to vanish from your mind, and vanishes before you can grab hold of any tangibles.
Then you think two things. Dang it, I think there was something brilliant in my vision there, perhaps a deep thought, helpful realization, or witty pun. And dang it, I was like a split second from being officially asleep, and now I’m wide awake.
I had this moment on October 18th, 2012, at 1:53 in the morning. I know this because I was able to write it down on my phone in those fleeting seconds before a dream is forgotten.
The location was the dirt jumps off Academy Road by Lake Whatcom, a place I have only been once or twice, which can briefly be seen in Nathan’s segment of “Spackle! Presents: Flow Team ‘09.” In my vision was Olivier Mazoyer, and he had a very Olivier Mazoyer thing to say: “I really wanna ride the scoops.” It was funny because he said this in our commonly used mock-Derek Devries voice, and because “scoops” sounded like slang that BMXers (such as Devries) would use for dirt jumps. “Scoops” has never been used by any of us before, but, as we do in dreams, I laughed along and convinced my dream self that it was something I had heard many times already.
So there you have it. Maybe those moments aren’t as deep as I thought. But it is interesting that our subconscious minds can dwell on something as random as Likely BMXican Colloquialisms. Or maybe I just want to get back to biking again.
“AZIZ… SWAGGER ON A HUNDRED THOUSAND TRILLION!!!!!!!”
February 2009, less than 3 months after the release of 808s and Heartbreak
Found out the other day that I have a “top comment” on YouTube. I can see why lots of people #struggle so hard for this honor, for it is indeed pleasing.once attained. But I have found that, for me, it is not pleasing because it makes me look like I have a superior opinion, or because it may direct more traffic to my channel, but because dozens and dozens of people out there in the world agree with the fundamental truth: Kanye West is the best rapper alive.